The Three Little Pigs

An alternate version of this familiar story.

The Three Little Pigs

 

By Elton Camp

 

(I continue to be puzzled at the quite horrible

nature of some of the stories we read to our

small children.  This one, perhaps, is no worse

than the original.)

 

The pigs went out to see what they could do

And their names were Yellow, Red and Blue

Their mother said, “Trouble will cause you care,

But of the big, bad wolf be especially aware.”

 

Due to their mother’s warning, they did decide

Each one should build a house in which to hide

Yellow soon met a man carrying a load of straw

“That will make we the best house you ever saw.”

 

As soon as Yellow had his house of straw complete,

The Big, Bad Wolf came along all ready pig to eat

The wolf ran right up and began to knock at the door

Yellow said, “Get away and don’t come back anymore.”

 

The wolf growled, “That’s not a very friendly way to be.

I’ll huff, puff and blow in your house on the count of three

The big wolf in his lung  power took an inordinate pride

And soon he trotted off with the first little pig inside

 

Blue heard what befell his brother, so decided what to do

A house made of sticks should be harder to break through

His house the pig put together and thought it was sound

But he was proven to be wrong when the wolf came around

 

The ways of the wolf, Red the brother three, now knew

He didn’t want the fate of his brothers to befall him too

Red talked a man into giving him a large load of brick

“A house made of these and the wolf can’t pull his trick.”

 

True enough, his huffing and puffing didn’t do the job at all

So up onto the pig’s roof and over to his chimney he did crawl

But it was into a big pot of boiling water that the wolf then fell

Red then cooked and ate the wolf, but also his brothers as well